C2 To be mine

ARTHUR

I walk angrily into my room, shutting the door behind me. Do these people really take me for a joke? To hell with them. They can give the alpha position to whoever they deem fit. I take off my shirt and pants, staying only in my briefs.

I can't believe it. Even mum was involved. They think they can give my position away to my brother just because he found his mate before I did? Matter of fact, I do not care.

The door to my room opens and I pause, fixed in the middle of my room.

"You can come in, William."

"I had to check on you to be sure, but I don't know if this is the best time."

"Best time or not, it doesn't matter as long as I get to see your face."

I move closer to him. I smirk as I see him gulp hard. I walk past him and shut the door, locking it. I proceed to move back to him. Each step I take, he moves backwards in sync. Finally, he falls on the bed. I climb over him and place a peck on his forehead.

"You shouldn't, Arthur." I smirk at him and bite his lower lip.

"Do you think I'd give a damn about your opinion?" He shivers under my touch as I trace his jawline.

"I told you, Arthur, this needs to stop. You need to find your mate. Being with me is a waste of time."

I nod my head, paying no attention to whatever point he's driving at. I move my lips closer to him. He closes his eyes. After seconds of waiting, he opens them back up and proceeds to speak.

I smash my lips into his. He kisses me back, intertwining his tongue with mine. At first, we kiss slowly. Seconds later, it becomes demanding as he tugs at my hair, burying his hands deep into my hair. I kiss him roughly, biting his lip as he moans into my mouth. I rub my member against his thighs as I feel his member harden too.

The door swings open, making us jump in fear. He moves completely away from me and looks to the door.

I, on the other hand, would care less if anyone finds out

. We've been in this relationship for two years, and he's still scared someone might find out. I look to the door to see my annoying twin brother, Asher.

"You two are still keeping up with this. I am disappointed."

I look up at Asher, knowing well the best thing he does is stepping on my toes. I'll try being better than him today just because of William.

"Shut the door after you, moron." I walk away from the bed and move to my table, pour a glassful of water, and swallow. I look directly at William as he's shying away. Asher closes the door and walks towards the bed.

"How long have you known?" I ask, looking into his eyes. He smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. What's with that menacing pose, I ask myself.

"I've known since you guys started making out. I'd say for two years now." I'm screwed, I scream inwardly. For a twin, Asher is my worst nightmare.

As kids, we grew side-by-side. We loved each other and cared for each other, but puberty came and got us in a hard way.

It all began when I was turning age and I could shift, but Asher found it difficult to shift. He couldn't take on his wolf form. I stayed by his side, always giving him motivational speeches until it was time for me to begin hunting, and gradually I had less time for him.

Eventually, months later, he also began to shift into his wolf form, but by then we were already drifting apart. Gradually, our growth spurt began, and I, as the first one, grew bigger, bolder, and more muscular than my timid brother. He, on the other hand, grew not much physically but more mentally.

He had the brains of the family, and I had the looks. The moon goddess blessed my mother, but to us, it was a curse. It made us grow farther apart. Last year, during the full moon festival, Asher found his mate, and they've been lovey-dovey. It's pretty irritating to watch, but I've always had William.

Just an hour ago, there was a pack meeting, and it was declared that if I don't find my mate within 3 full moons, Asher would be made alpha. He'd take my rightful place as alpha, all because he has a mate and I don't.

I tried questioning their decision, and I was told,

"The pack needs a new alpha, and you don't have one." It hit me really hard, but it hit me harder when I realized my mum was all in with it. Everyone except I knew William was also involved. It makes me question whatever relationship we've had for two years straight.

I withdraw from my wonderland back to reality. I sit on the bed adjacent to William. I can tell he's really ashamed, but I made the choice, and I knew the consequences of being caught when I asked him to be mine. He has always been the timid and shy type.

I look back at Asher, still having his hands crossed over his chest and the smug smirk still playing around the corner of his mouth.

"Go on, talk, throw fits, anything. And if you know you have nothing to do, walk back and out of my room now!"

He looks amazed by my audacity. He seems to be having fun playing tricks with me, but I wouldn't be a scaredy-cat and fall for his games.

"Don't get all worked up, brother. I have plenty to say, but not to you. I'd be speaking directly to your lover." At the mention of lover, I clench my fist.

"Whatever funny games you're playing won't work, Asher. Get out and leave William alone." He giggles for a while.

"And you call me overprotective. You seem to be forgetting the fact that William is also a friend to me, and of course, I'd do him no harm. We three grew up together, and like I said, I'd direct my speeches to your lover, not you, dumbass."

I seem to clench my fist harder, holding my wolf. I might go AWOL any moment, but I know now's not the time.

"I'm disappointed in you, William. We grew together, and I'm fond of you, but of all the choices you could make, all the guys on Earth, you choose this thing (points at Arthur). I'm sorry, but when did your taste and class get this bad, my brother of all people and wolves? He stinks, he's lazy, he's zero-headed, low IQ, he knows nothing, and you choose him? I wonder if he threatened you into it. Go on, you can confide in me. I won't judge him."

I give Asher a spiteful look. What is he trying to prove here? But inwardly, I ask myself, did I force William into this?

I know he loves me and cares for me a lot, but did I take him by force? The day I confessed to him, did he accept me out of pity?

Did I force the kiss on him? I've been the bold one in the relationship, taking steps I know he'd be scared to, but did he really want it all? I ask myself questions as I wait patiently for William's answer.

"Asher, Arthur forced me into doing many things." My heart sinks at the statement. I feel the urge to cry, but I can't, not now.

"But I love him on my own accord."

Hearing the words made me go haywire. I love the fact that he used the word "love," not "loved."

I look at him, and he smiles at me. I can see pure joy in his eyes. The feeling of being caged in a relationship is finally gone. The fact that he admits to someone that he loves me made him happy. If there's anything I might think right now, it's the fact that I made the possible best and right decision two years ago by asking William to be mine.